The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

“No. You could never be too much. Truth be told, I don’t think I’ve ever been as attracted to you as I am right now.” “Keep it in your pants, buddy.” “I don’t want to.” She threw her head back and laughed, and then she started packing up the first-aid kit. “You stay put. I’m going to put some ice in a baggy and wrap it up in a towel. If you ice your side for half an hour or so before you fall asleep, it might make a huge difference in the morning. It’s at least worth a shot.” She got to her feet and stepped out of her heels, tucking them up against the couch. “I’ll be right back. Rest, and I’ll—”

Some of it doubled as weapons—baseball bats, fencing swords, anything fit to crack skulls or fend off attackers. Then he spotted something that made his eyes gleam: skiing and mountaineering gear. Not just any gear, but athlete-grade thermal suits designed for national teams. These cutting-edge marvels of 2050 tech could withstand temperatures as low as ⁠-100℃. His heart leapt. After the Frostfall descended, such gear would be worth more than gold. He packed away dozens of suits and professional-grade sleeping bags without hesitation. Two hours later, the impossible was done. One man had emptied the 10,000,000-square-foot Volmart warehouse.

The coldness of the ice pack snapped Jade out of her daze. "I - I can do it," Jade couldn't hide her twitchiness that her legs were on his lap. Jade pulled her feet from his lap however, Tyler pressed them down. "Stay still if you don't want to screw up our mission." Finding no words to refute him, Jade pursed her lips and said no more. After applying cold compress on her sprain. Jade took out an ointment from her medicine pouch. Just as she was pulling her legs away from him, Tyler pressed them down again.

ASAI. Kao locked the office door behind him and immediately crossed to the fridge in the corner. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at my feet as blood soaked the front of my shirt. Something cold was pressed against my cheek. I jumped, only to realise Kao was handing me an ice pack. “Get on the desk and put this on your nose.” He grumbled under his breath, already turning to walk away. I took the pack reluctantly. “Why do I need to get on the desk?”

Am I okay? He handed the ice packs to Xander and said, “Use these. It should help until we get back.” Xander placed an ice pack on my forehead, and a sharp chill shot through me. I hissed involuntarily as the cold penetrated my skin, feeling like a thousand needles pricking me. I sputtered, “No,” and cuddled up to Xander.

Between the bathtub and ice packs, I’m able to keep Zara’s body temperature under control, but just barely. Every time I leave and come back into the room, her skin is turning pink again, so I keep going. Repeating the process of cool baths and ice packs over and over.

Ash sighs, “That really sucks, is there really nothing that can help?” Ash seems ready to bring in any and all doctors to see if anyone can help her, only if Kai doesn’t get there first, “There’s no human pain medication that gets even close to helping, no magic can even touch it. I’ve tried everything. Ice is the only thing that helps when it’s between a six and eight, after that there’s almost no point in it. I can’t feel the ice at all, and the pain doesn’t fade any faster. I just have to wait for it to subside to the point where either ice will help again, or it stops.”

JULIAN The ambient temperature of the university ice rink was kept at a strict forty-two degrees, but as I stepped out of the tunnel at five in the morning, it wasn’t cold enough. I needed it colder. I needed the chill to sink through my thermal base layer, pierce my muscle tissue, and freeze the marrow in my bones. I needed it to extinguish the heat of Kael Sterling’s wet, gear-clad body pressing me into the shower tiles.

But, no, he recalled Dixie’s kitchen clearly enough, and she had an automatic ice and water dispenser in her fridge. He filled the bag with ice cubes, zipped it closed, then burped it a few times to get as much air out as possible. He pulled the dish towel off the cabinet doorknob next to the sink and considered his mission accomplished. He carried the makeshift ice pack to the divan, where Pops sat with his foot propped on the coffee table. Wade draped the dish towel over the bandaged ankle, then carefully placed the bag of ice on top. “How’s that?”

he replied with a laugh. "I just took care of you... and I didn't think anyone saw me doing that. My eyes were awake until four o'clock this morning because you were restless in bed. I know the rashes are itchy, so I looked for ice outside. Good thing there was a Korean convenience store open across the street, so I bought some ice cubes in a glass. It's two. I used that to reduce the itching in your rashes.” "And… uhm…" He suddenly became hesitant to continue. "Actually, I also put my socks on your feet. Your feet are cold, Kris... well, I couldn't find any socks, so I used my socks-"